Post by Queen Coretta de la Courcel on Nov 23, 2007 1:15:39 GMT -5
I had everything I needed for the hunt. Christien had unwittingly donated a pair of breeches to my wardrobe permanently until I could have a few pairs made up for myself. I had another riding coat in dark green that would do for the hunt with the red for the next day. Like I would be hunting. Bah. I could barely sit a horse.
The gown for the fete was settled as well. My fingers had flown over the sketch pad with the idea for it. A pale ivory, perfect against my skin and Walid's, darkest blue slashing puffed sleeves and underskirt. My hair would be bound up with pins and ribbons to look longer than it really was.
There was only one last thing to do before I was ready. I needed to make an offering to the Temple for my father. After all, this was in memory of him. I dressed in a modest gown of pale lavender, the color he'd liked me in best. He always would say 'Ah poppet, your eyes look just like your mother's in that color.' Secretly it had always pleased me even though I knew they were only a smoky blue and not the wonderful violet of my mother, and Sun's, eyes.
I removed my shoes at the temple, walking quietly to the great statue standing in the open courtyard. Anemones bloomed at it's base. My fingers plucked my offering from my purse as I knelt at Elua's feet. It was a carved wooden knight, from the chess set my father taught me on. I pressed it to my lips, a wordless prayer on them before I set it on the cool marble. There. Done. I sighed, a little melancholy as I fetched my shoes and put them back on.
Now what? I had the whole afternoon ahead of me, and no plan. Hmm, Renee would be a year old soon. She needed a trinket, something special. She had the sweetest little hands, so chubby and soft. A bracelet, yes. I could find a jeweler skilled enough to do it then have it ready in time. Perfect.
The gown for the fete was settled as well. My fingers had flown over the sketch pad with the idea for it. A pale ivory, perfect against my skin and Walid's, darkest blue slashing puffed sleeves and underskirt. My hair would be bound up with pins and ribbons to look longer than it really was.
There was only one last thing to do before I was ready. I needed to make an offering to the Temple for my father. After all, this was in memory of him. I dressed in a modest gown of pale lavender, the color he'd liked me in best. He always would say 'Ah poppet, your eyes look just like your mother's in that color.' Secretly it had always pleased me even though I knew they were only a smoky blue and not the wonderful violet of my mother, and Sun's, eyes.
I removed my shoes at the temple, walking quietly to the great statue standing in the open courtyard. Anemones bloomed at it's base. My fingers plucked my offering from my purse as I knelt at Elua's feet. It was a carved wooden knight, from the chess set my father taught me on. I pressed it to my lips, a wordless prayer on them before I set it on the cool marble. There. Done. I sighed, a little melancholy as I fetched my shoes and put them back on.
Now what? I had the whole afternoon ahead of me, and no plan. Hmm, Renee would be a year old soon. She needed a trinket, something special. She had the sweetest little hands, so chubby and soft. A bracelet, yes. I could find a jeweler skilled enough to do it then have it ready in time. Perfect.